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Chapter Five “Fine,” he hissed at her, “go and call your ponce boyfriend.” He couldn’t say why he was picking on Rhydian because he quite liked the fact that Rhydian wasn’t a mindless thug like all the other boys his age. Jasmine threw him a look of disgust, cursed a word that Justin hated hearing on her lips and headed out the door. She slammed it closed behind her and Justin threw the dirty ashtray at the wood. It smashed spectacularly, spraying ash and glass on the wooden floor. He didn’t care. He wanted Jasmine gone if that was what she wished. No longer flaunting herself to him, whispering about past times, keeping him dangling. If she no longer wanted him then why not set him free? He hated her! Except he didn’t. He only wished he did. Shaking from anger, he pushed his hands tightly together and settled himself down on the large leather chair in front of his desk. He lowered his head, guiding his hands between his knees, pressurising them into stopping their weak trembling. Breathing slow and deep, he tried to calm his temper. He wished, as he always did at such a time, that someone had bothered to teach him how to control his temper. The simple fact was no one had cared enough to try. When he smashed up classrooms or destroyed paintings on walls, money was thrown at the injured party and all was forgotten. After a few minutes had passed, he raised his head. He felt a little dizzy. It was as if he wasn’t really part of the world. Not the same world as everyone else inhabited, anyway. Was it possible to climb to the level above this existence? Sometimes Justin believed so. Calmer now, he opened his laptop, typed in the password and opened a folder named Sands, D.R. He flicked up one of his favourite pictures of Rhydian. It was one he had stolen from school and scanned into his laptop before returning. He was holding a football trophy and beaming excitedly as his team mates danced around him in celebration. It was a natural picture. One that really showed what Rhydian’s true self was. There was a darkness to his eyes, a tortured soul lay hidden. Justin loved the darkness more than the mask Rhydian wore most days. Jasmine didn’t. Jasmine couldn’t. She never looked beneath the surface. She didn’t deserve him! |
Stopping the rant before it could take full control of him, Justin stroked a finger down Rhydian’s smiling face. “One day,” he whispered to the room.
From down the hallway Jasmine’s laughter crept beneath his door. He looked towards the sound and sighed deeply. One day would never come. Not for him. Not in this lifetime. |